So his feverish imagination ran on and tortured him as no other anxiety
could have tortured him. And then came the relief of further action.
He reached Wednesford all too soon for his sailorman, who would have
infinitely preferred continuing his reckless journey to Land's End and
then--back again. However, he removed his foot from the accelerator and
drew up at the police-station of the little old market town in a
perfectly decorous fashion. The local chief was awaiting the car, and
Ruxton was conducted promptly to that officer's private room.
The chief superintendent was a florid-faced, bulldog-looking man of
about forty, vigorous, alert, but possessing no outward sign of
particular mentality. He was all deference for his visitor.
"I received the telephone message, sir," he said at once, "and acted
upon it. I sent a plain-clothes man out to Redwithy with instructions
to ascertain if Madame Vladimir was at her residence, and, if not, to
ascertain if possible something of her recent movements. The man should
return now at any moment." He pulled out his watch and made a rough
calculation. "Yes, he is quite due now. Would you care to give me more
intimate particulars?"
To find himself dealing with a Cabinet Minister in matters of his own
department was a little overwhelming to Chief Superintendent Reach, but
he saw in it a possibility of advancement, and was ready to surpass
himself in his efforts. But Ruxton saw no advantage in laying the inner
details of the matter before the local police. If any such official aid
were needed it would be better demanded of Scotland Yard.
"For the moment nothing more is needed than the simple local
information," he replied. "On that depends all future movements. I will
tell you this, however. Apart from my personal interest in the matter,
there is certain political significance in it of a very important
nature. More than that I cannot say until your man----"
The whistle of the tube on the officer's desk interrupted him.
"That's our man, sir," beamed Superintendent Reach, more than satisfied
at the opportuneness of the interruption. "Excuse me, sir," he added,
and listened at the tube.
"Ah, yes. Send him up here at once," he called through it. Then
glancing over at his visitor, he observed ungrammatically, "It's him,
sir."
A moment later a brisk plain-clothes man entered the room.
"Well?" demanded his chief sharply.
"The lady's been away about three days, sir," he said, with the
stolidity of a policeman giving evidence. "Couldn't tell me when she'd
be back. Hadn't left any instructions about the heating apparatus for
the new peach-house she is having built. The butler believed the firm
who were constructing the house were to put in the plant. He said she
left after tea with her maid and luggage for a journey in a motor. Not
her own car. He thought it must have been one she hired from
Wednesford. I have been round the garages, but no one from Redwithy has
hired a car. That's why I am a bit late, sir."
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